I’m lying in bed this morning, trying to go back to sleep after I’ve had to get up and pee, which I’m starting to realize isn’t going to happen. So I just let my mind wander.
And it started here:
I’m really out of shape because my whole body hurts from bowling two days ago. Just walking to the bathroom was rough. My left butt cheek, my right arm. I need to get in better shape. I don’t want to be one of those soft old ladies.
How old am I? (A little calculation in my head.) 46.5.
So in 3.5 years, I’ll be 50.
Wow, that’s old. How will I celebrate? A trip?
(Thought shift because I’m going to NYC in a few weeks.)
It’s been 14 years since I moved here from New York. Because Will is 15 and he was a year old when we moved.
But then Julia was born in 1999.
(Oh, shit. Her 13th birthday is coming up. Have to figure out a plan for that.)
And she was three when her father and I separated.
So it’s been 10 years since then.
Okay, so that was 2002.I can do the math without having had my coffee first. Mmm, but coffee sounds good.
(Listening for a few moments to my husband snoring soundly next to me.)
So, Fred and I have been married almost six years. I was already having problems in my first marriage at the six year point. Pretty soon, my second marriage will be longer than my first. That’s good.
Should I move closer to him? Wake him up? No kids in the house. No work to go to.
Nah. We did that last night. And there’ll be time for more of that later. I’m making a double espresso and reading the papers.
And like that, I was gone. So much for sleeping in on a cloudy Saturday morning.
What did you think about when you woke up?